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PIRATES 



A Comedy in One Act 



BY 

COLIM CAMPBELL CLEMENTS 



Copyright, 1922, by Samuel French 



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PIRATES 



A COMEDY IN ONE ACT 



BY 



COLIN CAMPBELL CLEMENTS 



Copyright, 1922, by Samuel French 



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CHARACTERS 

Mrs. Warren 
Betty 

Mrs. Lawty 
Mrs. Romney 
Mrs. Pickering 
Mrs. Lawer 
Clara 

The play fakes place in Mrs. Warren's little 
living room during the early Victorian period. 
At the left is a door leading to another part of 
the house. A door at the back opens into the 
entrance hall. As the curtain rises, Mrs. War- 
ren, seated in a large chair, is talking to her 
maid, Clara. 

Mrs. Warren. Gossip is malicious, my dear girl, 
positively malicious. Doesn't the Bible say — (The 
knocker sounds. ) There, isn't that the door ? ( Clara 
starts to go.) Oh, Clara, before you open the door, 
be sure and dust off the table in the hall and 

(Clara goes out. Mrs. Warren arranges her dress 
and the little lace cap on her head.) 

Clara. (From the door) It's Mrs. Lawty, 
ma'am. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, the dear soul! Have her 
come right in — right in, Clara. 

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(Clara goes out. Mrs. Lawtv enters.) 

Mrs. Lawty. Good afternoon— good afternoon. 
Mrs. Warren. 

Mrs. Warren. Good afternoon, my dear. Do sit 
down, Mrs. Lawty — do sit down. 

Mrs. Lawty. Oh, thank you. I have just dropped 
in for a moment. I am on my way to the meeting 
of the ''Helping Hand Society," and as I had to pass 
this way I just came in to see how you were. I hope 
I am not interrupting any work you may be doing, 
my dear. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, dear, no. I was just giving 
my maid a little lecture ... on gossip. 

Mrs. Lawty. Gossip? 

Mrs. Warren. It is so malicious. 

Mrs. Lawty. Positively unladylike! One could 
almost compare a lady who gossips to a ... to a 
pirate. 

Mrs. Warren. A what, Mrs. Lawty? 

Mrs. Lawty. A pirate. They are sort of wild 
thieves, you know, and steal things from perfectly 
innocent people, Mrs. Warren. The South Sea 
Islands are full of them . . . pirates, I mean. Why. 
I read in our missionary paper, just last week, that 
one poor man w^as overtaken by pirates who took 
away his watch and, I hesitate to say it, his trousers ! 

Mrs. Warren. His trousers ! Dreadful ! 

Mrs. Lawty. The rest of the story is too indeli- 
cate to repeat. 

Mrs. Warren. Yes . . . yes, some things are of- 
ten better left unsaid. (Pause.) But one need 
never be ashamed to speak the truth. What is the 
rest of the story, Mrs. Lawty ? 

Mrs. Lawty. The poor man was forced to come 
into port with a bad cold in his head . . . and in his 
pajamas ! 



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Mrs. Warren. Oh ! 

Mrs. Lawty. And that is why I call a woman who 
gossips a pirate. 

Mrs. Warren. Yes . . . yes. Though one can 
hardly think of any woman unlawfully taking a poor 
gentleman's trousers. 

Mrs. Lawty. Hardly. But to steal one's good 
name is to take one's cloak of righteousness, so to 
speak. And, oh, my dear, few people can face the 
world without it. The soul is so much more im- 
portant than the body. 

Mrs. Warren. One should keep botJi properly 
clothed. 

Mrs. Lawty. Yes . . . though on the South Sea 
Islands the people wear nothing but grass skirts. 

Mrs. Warren. One could hardly do that in Eng- 
land. 

Mrs. Lawty. Oh. but the people there, in the 
South Seas, are like little children . . . pure of 
mind. And so it is one of the very first rules of the 
"Helping Hand Society" that no gossip shall pass 
our lips. 

Mrs. Warren. Such a worthy organization. I 
am sure the ladies of Northampton are doing a noble 
work. 

Mrs. Lawty. Oh, yes, indeed, Mrs. Warren. 
Why, only last week we sent off a large box of soap 
to the natives of East Africa and now we are getting 
a box of napkins and tablecloths ready. We are do- 
ing such- splendid work for our less fortunate broth- 
ers and sisters in a far land. 

Mrs. Warren. Brothers and sisters ! One hardly 
feels that w^ay toward them, Mrs. Lawty. T am told 
they are quite black. 

Mrs. Lawty. Nevertheless they are Gaud's crea- 
tures. 

Mrs. Warren. Mv dear. I shall have Clara make 



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you a hot cup of tea. It will rest you. (She calls) 
Clara . . . Clara ! 

iMrs. Lawtv. Oh, no, thank you . . . really. I 
mustn't stop. I always like to get to the society meet- 
ings early . . . otherwise one misses so much that is 
interesting. {She rises.) 

(Clara appears.) 

Mrs. Warren. Never mind. Clara. (Clara 
starts to go.) Oh, Clara, Clara 

Clara. Yes, ma'am. 

Mrs. Warren. Clara, will you put the water on 
to boil? And make the tea rather strong . . . but 
not too strong . . . just so. 

Clara. Yes, ma'am. (She goes out.) 

Mrs. Lawty. By the way, have you met the new 
doctor and his wife, Mrs. Warren? 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, I have called on Mrs. Hun- 
ter. 

Mrs. Lawty. {She sits doivn again) Oh, really? 
How interesting. 

Mrs. Warren. But. of course. Betty knows both 
of them. I must call on Mrs. Hunter again. But 1 
get out so seldom now ... so seldom. I am so 
afraid to walk on the new . . . pavement, I believe 
they call it. Betty is very fond of them both . . . 
the Hunters, I mean. 

Mrs. Lawty. Quite . . . though Mrs. Romney 
told Mrs. Pickering w4io told me that the Hunters 
did not get along well together. It seems she is a 
Church of England woman while the doctor is the 
son of a Scotch Presbyterian, so of course 

Mrs. Warren. Though 1 believe they have been 
married all of five or six years. 

Mrs. Lawty. Oh, really, I did not know that. 
How interesting! 1 must tell Mrs. Romney. But 



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Mrs. Lawer told me that the doctor calls Mrs. Hunter 
"Dearest" ... in public! 

Mrs. Warren. Such poor taste. 

Mrs. Lawtv. I always suspect a man who is 
over-demonstrative ... in public. 

Mrs. Warren. But of course on(^ 

(Betty comes running in, her arms full of 
daisies.) 

Betty. Mother dear Oh, good afternoon. 

Mrs. Lawty. See the wonderful flowers Doctor 
Hunter just gave me. 

Mrs. Warren. Doctor Hunter gave you those ? 

Mrs. Lawty. Doctor Hunter ! 

Betty. Yes, his garden is full of them! Aren't 
they beauties ? 

Mrs. Warren. But you hardly know him well 
enough to 

Betty. You see we are getting acquainted. He 
was on his way to see Mrs. Hallway and 

Mrs. Lawty. Is she ill again ? 

Betty. Rheumatism . . . not really serious. 

Mrs. Lawty. Oh, really? 

Betty. And as the doctor was coming this way, 
he walked to the gate with me ... we had a lovely 
chat. Doctor Hunter is such an interesting conver- 
sationalist. 

Mrs. Lawty. (Coldly) Walking! Hasn't he a 
carriage? 

Betty. Oh, yes, but it is such a wonderful day 
for walking. 

Mrs. Lawty. I daresay that all depends upon with 
whom one is walking. 

Mrs. Warren. Betty, you don't really mean to 
tell me that you walked . . . walked down a public 
highway with a strange man ! 



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Betty. Why, Mother, he isn't a strange man. I 
know both Doctor and Mrs. Hunter. 

Mrs. Warren. But such a short acquaintance 
. . . and to be walking with him . . . walking with 
him in broad daylight. 

Betty. What would you have me do? Walk 
with him after dark? 

Mrs. Warren. Oh! 

Mrs. Lawty. [When she recovers her breath) 
I — I really must be going, Mrs. Warren. I must not 
be late to the meeting, you know. (She pauses,) 
And perhaps you would rather be alone with your 
daughter at this time. {She rises.) Good after- 
noon, Mrs. Warren. Good afternoon. 

Mrs. Warren. Good afternoon, Mrs. Lawty. 

Betty. Good-bye. 

(Mrs. Lawty goes out. Mrs. Warren zvaits until 
the front door slams before she speaks.) 

Mrs. Warren. (Much concerned) Betty, how- 
could you? 

Betty. But, Mother 

Mrs. Warren. Walking with a man, a man who 
is married and not on the best terms with his wife, 
accepting flowers from him. a Presbyterian, un- 
chaperoned. Oh ! It is so unbecoming . . . so — so 
unladylike, not to say indiscreet. Oh ! Why, when 
1 was a girl 

Betty. I know. (She goes close to her mother.) 
But things have changed so since then, dear. 

Mrs. Warren. Not in Northampton, thank 
heaven. Here, at least, we still keep some of the old 
propriety. Oh, Betty, this bold indiscretion of yours 
would have killed your poor, dear father! 

Betty. (Turning away) Perhaps that's what rf/c? 
. . . too much propriety. 



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Mrs. Warren. Did you say something, Betty? 

Betty. I am sorry, dear . . . truly sorry if I 
have caused you any anxiety. 

Mrs. Warren. We must cultivate the doctor's 
wife at once. There must be no room for gossip 
among the ladies of Northampton. 

Betty. Cultivate Mrs. Hunter? Oh, I v^ould love 
to. She is a delightful person. Don't you like her. 
Mother? 

Mrs. Warren. She seems very nice, but, of 
course, one must be very ^careful about strangers. 

Betty. She is very fond of outdoor life, and all 
that sort of thing. Oh, she is a regular sport! 

Mrs. Warren. Betty ! Let me never hear such a 
remark from you again. Sport ! Ami to under- 
stand, then . . . am I to understand that Mrs. Hun- 
ter is one of those dreadful mannish sort of persons 

who (The knocker sounds.) Oh, dear me ! I 

wonder who that can be? 

Betty. If you don't mind, Mother, I shall go up 
to my room. I want to do a water-color sketch of 
these flowers while they are still fresh. 

Mrs. Warren. Stop here a bit, Betty. 

(Clara enters from the hall.) 

Clara. It is Mrs. Romney, ma'am. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, do have her come right in, 
Clara . . . and Clara, serve the tea at once. (Clara 
goes out.) Mrs. Romney — oh, dear . . . such a 
bombastic sort of a person, so to speak. 

Betty. She was educated in London, you know. 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, poor dear, she has so much 
to live down. It must be dreadful to have been edu- 
cated in London . . . such a naughty place. Think 
of the dreadful environment, my dear, London! 

(Mrs. Romney enters.) 



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Mrs. Rom key. Good afternoon, Mrs. Warren. 
How do you do, Betty, dear? 

Mrs. Warren. Do sit down, Mrs. Romney. 

Mrs. Romnev. Did I hear you speaking- of Lon- 
don as I came in, Mrs. Warren ? 

Mrs. Warren. London? Speaking of London? 
Were we speaking of London, Betty? Yes, I believe 
I did say 

Mrs. Romnev. Dear old London . . . how I 
long for it ! 

Mrs. Warren. But my dear Mrs. Romney, Lon- 
don surely hasn't the ... the refinement of North- 
ampton. 

Mrs. Romnev. Northampton! Ah! Why. this 
place is as far from the world as ... as the South 
Sea Islands ! 

Mrs. Warren. Mrs. Romney, how — how can you 
even think such a thing? Why, in the South Sea 
Islands, 1 am told, the people wear nothing but straw 
skirts . . . and pirates, pirates take things — unmen- 
tionable things from innocent travelers. One could 
not accuse the people of Northampton of such things. 
Even our shop-keepers are gentlemen compared to 
those dreadful people who live in the South Seas. 

Mrs. Romney. The people of the South Sea 
Islands are at least — interesting. 

Mrs. Warren. Perfect savages! 

Mrs. Romnev. But, my dear, all our forefathers 
were savages, you know . . . hitting each other over 
the head with clubs, hanging from palm trees by 
their tails, and all that sort of thing. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, dear ! 

Mrs. RoiMnev. And the longer I live in North- 
ampton, my dear, the more I'm convinced that it 
wasn't so very many generations ago, either. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh . . . oh . , . oh! Betty, you 



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may go! You will excuse the dear child, I am sure. 
She has duties to perform which- 

Mrs. Romn'ev. Oh, yes, certainly. 

Betty. (She rises and collects her flozvers) 
Good afternoon, Mrs. Romney. Shall 1 see you at 
Mrs. Hunter's tea Thursday? 

Mrs. Romnev. Yes, dear, charmed. 

Betty. Good-hye. • 

(Mrs. Romxev Iwk's. Betty goes out left. Clara 
enters with the tea things.) 

Mrs. Warrex. You will have a cup of tea, Mrs. 
Romney? 

Mrs. Romney. Yes, thank you so much. So re- 
freshing, nothing like tea for nerves, is there, really? 
Half a cup ... I have just come from Mrs. Hun- 
ter's. Both cream and sugar, yes, thank you so 
much. Such a charming lady, Mrs. Hunter . . . 
perfectly charming, my dear, perfectly charming. 
So w^itty, so clever, so vivacious . . . but dreadfully 
jealous. 

Mrs. Warren. Jealous? Jealous of whom? 

Mrs. Romney. She is very fond of her husband. 

Mrs. Warren. {Nervously) Of whom ... of 
whom is she jealous? 

Mrs. Romney. No one in particular, at present. 
I think. 

Mrs. Warren. (With a sigh of relief) Oh 

Mrs. Romney. That is . . . oh, is there any cause 
for her being jealous of any particular person, Mrs. 
Warren? 

Mrs. Warren. (Choking on her tea) Eh? No 
. . . no . . . not that I know of. 

Mrs. Romney. How uninteresting. The doctor 
is such a charming gentleman. Dear me, I do hope 
I will have another attack of indigestion, or some- 



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thing of that sort soon. I am sure Doctor Hunter 
would be such a splendid physician ... he is so 
si^ood looking. (She puts dozvn her teacup.) Dear 
me, I must be going. I am on my way to the meet- 
ing of the "Helping Hand Society" and 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, Mrs. Lawty has just gone. 
She dropped in to see me for a moment. 

Mrs. Romney.* Mrs. Lawty . . . that one? I'm 
not speaking to her. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, dear, you . . . you don't 
really mean you have quarrelled ? So unladylike. 

Mrs. Romney. Ladylike . . . ladylike? Lady- 
like be damned ! 

Mrs. Warren. (Almost jumping out of her 
chair) Mrs. Romney ! 

Mrs. Romney. Mrs. Warren, I beg your pardon. 
I forgot, for a moment, to whom I was speaking. 

Mrs. Warren. That was quite evident. 

INIrs. Romney. Quite. But you see, Mrs. Lawty 
told Mrs. Pickering, who told Mrs. Lawer, who told 
Lady Bloshire, whose maid told my maid, that Mrs. 
Lawty said that I dyed my hair . . . dyed my hair! 

Mrs. Warren. Really? 

Mrs. Romney. Pve never dyed my hair. The 
impertinent gossip. The 

Mrs. Warren. (Quickly) Do have another cup 
of tea, Mrs. Romney. It is so soothing. 

Mrs. Romney. Oh, thank you. Just a little 
sugar, please, and no cream. 

Mrs. Warren. (Giving her the tea) There, my 
dear. 

Mrs. Romney. Lovely color, isn't it? 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, isn't it? Mr. Warren, dear 
man, once told me that the natives of India use tea 
for dyeing. 

Mrs. Romney. Hair? 



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Mrs. Warren. No . . . no . . . cloth. 1 believe, 
cloth. 

Mrs. Romnev. Oh, how interesting! 

Mrs. Warren. I believe they use the henna berry 
for dyeing hair in the East. I am told it gives a 
beautiful soft auburn shade. 

Mrs. Romnev. How interesting. Does one pro- 
cure it from one^s pharmacist? 

Mrs. Warren. Eh? Oh, yes, I believe so. 

Mrs. Romney. I must try it on my hair — oh, dear, 
I mean 



Mrs. Warren. What did you say, Mrs. Rom- 
ney? 

Mrs. Romney. I said — I really must be going, 
my dear. One never seems to realize how fast the 
time goes when one talks with you. Our little visit 
has been most interesting . . . and most instructive. 
I do want to stop in for a moment and see Mrs. 
Hallway before I go to the meeting of the "Helping 
Hand." Her rheumatism is worse again, poor 
dear. 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, so I heard. Tm so sorry. 

Mrs. Romney. Oh, it is not at all serious, just a 
touch, I believe. Of course she did call in Doctor 
Hunter. But I really believe it was simply to get 
acquainted with him more than anything else. (She 
starts.) Do drop in and see me when you can. 
Good afternoon, Mrs. Warren. {She goes out.) 

(Clara enters.) 

Clara. Shall I take away the tea things, ma'am ? 

Mrs. Warren. No ... no, not just yet, Clara. 
Someone else may drop in, you know, and perhaps 
Betty would like a cup of tea. 

Clara. Shall I call her, ma'am? 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, I believe you had bet 



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(The knocker sounds.) There, there, see who that 
is, Clara. 

(Clara goes into the hall. She returns immedi- 
ately.) 

Clara. It's Mrs. Pickering, ma'am. 
Mrs. Warren. Have her come right in, Clara. 
Clara. Shall I call Miss Betty, ma'am ? 
Mrs. Warren. Yes, do have her come down and 
have a cup of tea. 

(Clara goes out. Mrs. Pickering enters.) 

Mrs. Pickering. How do you do, Mrs. Warren? 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, good afternoon. Do sit 
down, Mrs. Pickering. 

Mrs. Pickering. Oh . . . my dear Mrs. War- 
ren, I am so glad to see you looking so well. I 
thought perhaps — of course there is much sickness 
in Northampton now. {She sits down.) Much sick- 
ness. (Pause.) I just met Mrs. Lawty and she 
told me that Mrs. Hallway is almost dead with rheu- 
matism . . . almost dead. In fact, I think they 
hardly expect her to live much longer. Of course, 
Mrs. Lawty didn't say so, but I implied as much 
from the tone of her voice. 

Mrs. Warren. I heard it was nothing really seri- 
ous. 

Mrs. Pickering. Oh, dear, yes . . . very seri- 
ous. I just had it from Mrs. Lawty, who had it 
from . . . from . . . from a most reliable source. 
Rheumatism is such a painful death, too. Oh, dear, 
poor soul . . . poor soul! (Mrs. Warren hands 
her a cup of tea.) Thank you so much. 

Mrs. Warren. I believe the new Doctor Hunter 
is attending her. 

Mrs. Pickering. Yes, isn't it too bad? Mrs. 



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Lawty tells me he is a conversationalist, or some- 
thing dreadful of that sort. But of course he was 
educated in London . . . and, my dear, London's 
standard of morals is not the same as Northamp- 
ton's. 1 was also told that he treats his wife very 
badly in public, my dear, in public. 

Mrs. Warren. You mean 

Mrs. Pickering. My dear Mrs. Warren, I am 
very sorry to tell you ... but I feel that it is my 
duty, as wife of your pastor ... to tell you that 
your daughter Betty has been seen very often, — 
that is, at least once — walking with this Doctor Hun- 
ter. Also, my dear Mrs. Warren, she accepts pres- 
ents from him . . . flowers and that sort of thing. 

Mrs. Warren. Why, Betty hardly knows him! 

Mrs. Pickering. That is just it. She hardly 
knows him . . . nor do any of us. Also remember 
he is a married man, my dear Mrs. Warren, and very 
good looking . . . and I really believe all good-look- 
ing people are bad, thoroughly bad. 

Mrs. Warren. I can't believe that Betty 

Mrs. Pickering. Naturally, my dear, naturally ; 
you are her mother and wish to shield her. But I 
felt that it was, as I said before, my duty to tell you 
all I know of the facts of the whole matter. 

Mrs. Warren. You quite alarm me, Mrs. Picker- 
ing. 

Mrs. Pickering. Young girls, nowadays, are 
sometimes ... I might say, sometimes indiscreet. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh! 

Mrs. Pickering. My dear, men are strange be- 
ings. Oh, the poor souls that have been lured to their 
destruction by men. I am always reminded of that 
beautiful passage in Genesis which says that woman 
was made after man. And isn't it our dear Mr. 
Browning who says, "Second thoughts are always 
best"? {She puts dozvn her teacup.) There, now, I 



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really mitsl be going, Mrs. Warren. I am on my 
way to the meeting of the "Helping Hand Society" 
and I really mustn't be too late. I hope I have not 
overly alarmed you, Mrs. Warren, but as one of your 
oldest friends and as the wife of your pastor I feel 
that I must always do my duty, no matter how pain- 
ful, when the way lies open before me. I sincerely 
hope you will not feel that I have been . . . been 
peremptory, so to speak, Mrs. Warren. 

Mrs. Warren. No . . . no. It is very kind of 
you to come to me in this sad moment of trouble. 

A/Ers. Pickering. (Rising) I do hope you will 
be able to attend the services to-morrow morning. 
Mr. Pickering has written a beautiful sermon on the 
evils of gossip ... a beautiful sermon. I feel that 
it is the best thing he has written in all the forty 
years of his righteous work. I am sure it will thun- 
der down the ages as his masterpiece. The senti- 
ment, the beautiful English, and even the punctua- 
tion . . . are really marvelous. Of course, Mr. 
Pickering and I both realize that there is very little 
gossip in Northampton ... but it is best to know 
sin when one encounters it. Good afternoon, Mrs. 
Warren. 

Mrs. Warren. (Weakly) Good afternoon. 

("Mrs. Pickering goes out. Clara enters.) 

Clara. I have brought the hot water, ma'am. 

Mrs. Warren. Did you call Betty? 

Clara. I knocked at her door, ma'am ... I 
knocked very loudly, ma'am, but got no answer. 

Mrs. Warren. I am so distressed, Clara. See if 
she is in the garden. Yes, she must be in the gar- 
den. (Clara starts.) And Clara, do tell her to 
come in and see me at once. I want to talk to her. 
It is very important ... oh, most important that I 



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see her at once, Clara. {The knocker sounds.) See 
who that can be, Clara. Oh, more dreadful news. 
J fear. (Clara goes into the hall. Mrs. Warren 
keeps uiumbling to herself:) Most disconcerting 
. . . most dreadfully disconcerting. 

(Clara enters.) 

Clara. It is Mrs. Lawer, ma'am. 
Mrs. Warren. Eh? What? Who, did you say ? 
Clara. Mrs. Lawer, ma'am. 
Mrs. Warren. Mrs. Lawer? Oh, do have her 
come right in, Clara. 

(Clara goes out. Mrs. Lawer enters.) 

Mrs. Lawer. Good afternoon, Mrs. Warren, good 
afternoon. (Breathlessly) How ill, how worried 
you are looking, Mrs. Warren, Oh, I am so sorry 
for you ... so very sorry. (She sits down.) I 
have just seen Mrs. Romney, who had just seen Mrs. 
Lawty, and had the dreadful news from her. I am 
so sorry, Mrs. Warren. 

Mrs. Warren. But what 

Mrs. Lawer. But, of course, we who have known 
you for all these years will be as silent as the tomb 
. . . you can depend upon us, lean upon us, call 
upon us. We shall comfort you and be your sup- 
port in this hour of greatest need. 

Mrs. Warren. Why . . . why, what do you 
mean ? 

Mrs. Lawer. You really mean to say you do not 
know about Betty and Doctor Hunter? Oh, dear! 

Mrs. Warren. But Betty did nothing so very, 
very improper. 

Mrs. Lawer. Improper ! Well, of course, we 
shall not blame poor Betty, she is still very young. 



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but we do blame that wicked Doctor Hunter. Why, 
he is a married man, my dear . . . and oldish. He 
should have known better. 

Mrs. Warren. But Betty only walked with him. 

Mrs. Lawer. Only walked with him ? I was told 
that he sends flowers to Betty . . . and flowers have 
secret meanings. To say the least, they are senti- 
mental. And Mrs. Lawty told Mrs. Romney that 
she heard Betty say with her own lips that Doctor 
Hunter was a conversationalist. I believe that means 
a person with very free ideas about personal mat- 
ters . . . love, and that sort of thing. 

Mrs. Warren. No, indeed ... it simply means 
that he is a very interesting talker. 

Mrs. Lawer. That's just it, Mrs. Warren. What 
does he find so much to talk about? 1 have never 
met him., but from things I have heard I believe he 
must be a dreadful person. Most unwholesome, so 
to speak, to the society — the very refined society of 
Northampton, where for the last forty years we have 
all lived in such perfect peace and understanding. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, that this should have come 
upon me ! 

Mrs. Lawer. Your misfortune is our misfortune, 
Mrs. Warren. We shall do everything we can to 
keep this dreadful scandal 

Mrs. Warren. Scandal! Has it — has it gone as 
far as that ? 

Mrs. Lawer. Let us say, indiscretion. As I was 
saying, we shall keep it locked in our hearts, no 
word of it will ever reach foreign ears. Of course 
I really know very little of the whole aflfair, but I 
felt that my first duty was to come to you. 

(Clara enters.) 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, Clara? 



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Clara. I can't find her, ma'am. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, do find her, Clara. I must 
... I must see her at once. (The knocker sounds.) 
Who can that be? Clara . . . Clara, see who is at 
the door. 

(Clara goes out.) 

Mrs. Lawer. Oh, Mrs. Warren, trust me in every- 
thing . . . are you sure Betty has always been what 
she seemed ... I mean 

Mrs. Warren. Mrs. Lawer, do you mean to say 
that Betty . . . Betty Warren ... my daughter 

Mrs. Lawer. My dear, we must face the truth 
... we must prepare ourselves for the worst . . we 
must 

(Clara enters.) 

Clara. It's them "Helpin' Hand" ladies, if you 
please, ma'am. The lot of 'em. 

Mrs. Warren. Bring them in, Clara . . . have 
them come right in. Oh ! Oh ! 

Mrs. Lawer. You must be calm, my dear . . . 
perfectly calm. 

(Mrs. Lawty, Mrs. Pickering, and Mrs. Romney 
enter from the hall.) 

Mrs. Warren. Oh, my dear ladies. Do ... do 
be seated. 

(They all sit dozvn quietly. There is a long pause. 
Mrs. Pickering moves restlessly.) 

Mrs. Pickering. Mrs. Warren, we have ad- 
journed our meeting of the "Helping Hand" until 



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next week in order to come to you . . . the poor, 
dear natives of the South Sea Islands will have to 
wait another week for their napkins and tablecloths. 

Mrs. Romnev. A very short time . . . consider- 
ing they have not had such necessary luxuries for 
several centuries. 

Mrs. Lawty. Still, it was with some feeling of 
... of regret that we left our work of altruism un- 
iinished, until next week. 

Mrs. Pickering. But we feel that our first duty 
is at home. Yes, we all felt that our duty was 
toward you, Mrs. Warren, at present. 

I\Irs. Warren. Ladies, I am overcome with your 
kindness. 

Mrs. Pickering. We shall now consider . . . 
consider ways and means of — of helping you, Mrs. 
W^arren, out of this unspeakable — or, let us say, em- 
barrassing situation. 

Mrs. Lawty. Let us rather call it . . . unfortu- 
nate situation. 

Mrs. Romney. No matter what we call it . . . 
let us get on- 

Mrs. Pici 

Lawty tells us she heard Betty, with her own ears, 
openly say that the man under consideration. Doctor 
Hunter, was a revolutionist and 

Mrs. Lawty. I said conversationalist. Though 
he probably is both. 

Mrs. Romney. I think she must have meant con- 
ventionalist. 

Mrs. Pickering. Nevertheless, one is as bad as 
the other. They all go hand in hand. 

Mrs. Warren. But I believe Betty only said he 
was a good conversationalist and 

Mrs. Lawty. Anyway, she said he talked a lot 
about it. 

Mrs. Pickering. I fear it must be one of those 



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dreadful, sinful new religions one hears so much of 
nowdays. 

Mrs. Warren. Oh! 

Mrs. Lawtv. Also, we understand from very re- 
liable sources that Mrs. Hunter is never seen with 
her husband in public. 

Mrs. Pickering. And that he calls her dreadful 
names. 

Mrs. Lawtv. Most suspicious ! 

Mrs. Romnev. Oh, I don't believe a word of it. 

Mrs. Lawtv. Believe it or not, Mrs. Romney 
... my information is most reliable. 

Mrs. \\'arren. Is there any way, ladies, of over- 
coming this situation, I mean 

Mrs. Romney. You might call on Mrs. Hunter 
to-morrow, Mrs. Warren. 

Mrs. Lawty. Never! 

Mrs. Lawer. You might write her a very formal 
letter, very formal, my dear, asking her to call. 

Mrs. Pickering. Ask Mrs. Hunter to come here? 
I think she would never set her foot in the house. 

Mrs. Lawer. At any rate, we must do something 
at once before— — 

Mrs. Lawty. Before they elope. 

Ladies. {They all begin to talk at once) Before 
it is too late. Oh ! Ah ! But do you really think— 
I never thought of that. Poor I\irs. Warren ! Do 
you suppose that Mrs. Hunter Oh ! Etc. 

Mrs. Warren. Ladies ! Ladies ! Do you really 
think Betty would 

Mrs. Lawty. One never knows what to think ! 

Mrs. Warren. Clara! Clara! 

(Clara enters from the hall. She holds a letter in 
her hand.) 

Clara. Yes, ma'am. 



22 PIRATES ! 

Mrs. Warren. Did you find Betty? 

Clara. I went to her room again, ma'am, but she 
did not seem to be in and she is nowhere in the gar- 
den. 

Mrs. Pickering. Not in her room ! Not in the 
garden ! 

Mrs. Warren. You mean, Clara, she is nowhere 
to be found ? Clara, was her room disturbed ... I 
mean, did it look as if ... as if ... as if she might 
have left hurriedly? 

Clara. Why, I didn't go in, ma'am. The door 
was locked. 

Mrs. Warren. Locked? 

Ladies. (Looking at each other knotmngly) 
Locked ! 

Clara. Here is a note, ma'am. It was just left 
by Doctor Hunter's boy, ma'am. 

Mrs. Pickering. A letter! 

Mrs. Romney. From Doctor Hunter! 

Mrs. Lawtv. Perhaps they have eloped ! 

(The ladies jump to their feet.) 

Mrs. Lawer. And her room locked . . . she 
must have gone through the window ! 

Ladies. Gone ! 

Mrs. Warren. {Who has been too busy looking 
for her spectacles to notice zvhat has been going on 

about her) Why, it is a letter for (She looks 

up.) Ladies, what is the matter? What has hap- 
pened ? W'hy are you all so excited ? 

Mrs. Lawty. Don't you understand ? It is a let- 
ter from Doctor Hunter saying they have eloped I 

Mrs. Warren. (Sinking deep into her chair) 
Oh! 

(Betty appears in the door at left.) 



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Betty. Ladies. 

Mrs. Warren. {Waving the letter weakly) 
Betty ! Betty ! Betty ! 

Betty. Mother ! 

Mrs. Warren. {Looking up) Betty . . . Betty, 
is that you? 

Ladies. Oh ! 

Betty. Why are you all so — excited? Mother, 
what is it? 

Ladies. Oh! {They all sit dozvn again.) 

Mrs. Warren. Then you — then you Oh. 

where have you been ? 

Betty. Why, just taking a little nap. Mother. 
Really, I didn't know the ladies were here or I 
should have come right down. 

Mrs. Warren. Then you haven't . . . you 
haven't eloped? 

Betty. Why, Mother dear, what do you mean? 

Mrs. Warren. These ladies said — said 

{The ladies all begin to talk at once.) 

Mrs. Lawty. You see, Betty dear, Mrs. Picker- 
ing told Mrs. Romney, who told me that 

Mrs. Romney. I didn't! Nothing of the sort, 
Betty ! It was you yourself, Mrs. Lawty, who told 
Mrs. Pickering, who told 

Mrs. Pickering. Me? I had nothing at all to 
do with it . . . nothing at all. I only know that 
Mrs. Lawer said 

Mrs. Lawer. I said? I said nothing. It was 
Mrs. Lawty, who told Mrs. Pickering, who told Mrs. 
Romney — oh, dear me, I mean 

Mrs. Romney. It's a damn lie! 

Ladies. (They all gasp for breath; all begin to 
talk at once) I heard that Doctor Hunter — You told 
me that he treated his wife shamefully — No, I said — 



24 PIRATES ! 

Flowers, he sent her flowers ever)' morning- — You 
told Mrs. Pickering that he was a conversationalist 
— She said a revolutionist — I said — You said — And 
then she said — Anyway, I do not believe he is a safe 
person. But very good looking, my dear. Etc. 

Betty. Oh, dear . . . what is it all about? 

Mrs. Romney. You, my dear, you. 

Betty. Me? 

Mrs. Romney. These ladies said that you 

Mrs. Lawty. These ladies ! 

Ladies. (TJicy all begin to talk at once again) 
Why, it was she herself who said — I had nothing to 
do with it at all — xA.ll I know about the whole affair 
is that — The impertinence of her saying — I didn't 
say a word about Etc. 

Mrs. Warren. It was all of them . . . every one 
of them. They said you had — oh, dear, I just can't 
say it! They came here to tell me you had eloped 
with . . . with a married man . . . with Doctor 
Hunter ! 

Betty. Ladies ! Mother ! How dare you ! (She 
ntns to her mother.) How dare you say such a 
thing! {To her mother) My poor, dear Mother ! 

Mrs. ^^'ARREN. And it is so untrue. Oh! Clara 
. . . Clara ! My smelling-salts . . . my smelling- 
salts ! I'm going to faint . . . I'm going to faint 
. . . I'm going to faint ! 

Mrs. Romney. (Running to Mrs. Warren) 
Here, use mine, my dear, use mine. 

Mrs. Lawty. But the letter, Mrs. Warren. 

Mrs. Warren. (She has been fanning herself 
furiously with the letter. She suddenly holds it up 
as if it might be a bomb ready to go off in her hand.) 
The letter ! Oh ! Take it ." . . take it . . . take it 
away ! 

Betty. (Taking the letter) Why, it is a note 
from 



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Ladies. ( Ou the very edges of their eJiairs) Yes? 

Betty. From Mrs. Hunter. 

L.^DiES. Oh. (They watch Betty curiously as 
she reads the note.) 

Betty. Mother, Mrs. Hunter asks if I might go 
for a carriage drive with her this afternoon to gather 
wild flowers. She is going to stop for me. She says 
the doctor told her how very fond I am of flowers. 

Mrs. \\\\rren. ( With a great sigh of relief) Oh ! 

Betty. May I go? 

Mrs. Warren. Why, yes, dear, if you think — — - 

Mrs. Romney. I fear these ladies were quite mis- 
taken ahout 

^[rs. Lawty. These ladies, indeed! Do you not 
include yourself, — that is to say, are you not one of 



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^Irs. Romney. God forbid! 
Ladies. Oh ! 

{The knocker sounds.) 

Mrs. Warren. Clara . . . Clara! 

(Clara e titers fro in the Left.) 

Clara. Did you call me, ma'am? 

Mrs. Warren. Clara, there is someone at the 
door. 

Clara. Very well, ma'am. (She goes out.) 

Mrs. Pickering. I am sure Mrs. Warren will 
forgive our very grave mistake. But it was for her 
sake that 

Betty. How could you ever dream of worrying 
my dear mother by such scandalous gossip? It is 
shameful ! 

Mrs. Warren. Betty . . . Betty! 



26 PIRATES ! 

Mrs. Lawtv. You, my dear, are still too young 
to understand. 

(Claka enters.) 

Mrs. Lawer. I fear we were overquick in our 
judgment. 

Mrs. Warren. Yes, Clara? 

Clara. It is Mrs. Hunter, ma'am. 

Mrs. Warren. Mrs. Hunter? Do have her come 
right in, Clara. 

Clara. Yes, ma'am. Shall I bring more tea. 
ma'am ? 

Mrs. W^arren. Yes, Clara . . . and cake, Clara. 

Clara. Yes, ma'am. (She goes out.) 

Ladies. Oh, shall we stay? Or shall we go? It 
might be embarrassing — I am sure Mrs. Hunter 

Mrs. Romney. Such an interesting person , . . 
Mrs. Hunter. 

Mrs. Lawty. I am so glad she and her husband 
have come to live with us here in Northampton. 

Mrs. Pickering. We must ask her to join the 
"Helping Hand Society." 

Mrs. Lawer. I am sure she will have so many 
good ideas. 

Mrs. Warren. Ladies, I am so glad you are all 
here this afternoon ... so pleased. 

(The ladies very properly arrange their dresses and 
bonnets as the curtain falls.) 



The Touch-Down 

A comedy in four acts, by Marion Short. 8 males, 6 females, but 
any number of characters can be introduced in the ensembles. Cos- 
tumes modern. One interior scene throughout the play. Time, ZYt 
hours. 

Tliis play, written for the use of clever amateurs, is the story of 
life m Siddell, a Pennsylvania co-educational college. It deals with 
the vicissitudes and final triumph of the Siddell Football Eleven, and 
the humorous and dramatic incidents connected therewith. 

"The Touch-Down" has the true varsity atmosphere, college songs 
are sung, and the piece is lively and entertaining throughout. High 
schools will make no mistake in producing this play. We strongly 
recommend it as a high-class and well-written comedy. 

Price, 30 Cents, 

Hurry; Hurry^ Hurry 

A comedy in three acts, by LeRoy Arnold. 5 males, 4 females. 
One interior scene. Costumes modern. Plays 2^ hours. 

The story is based on the will of an eccentric aunt. It stipulates 
that her pretty niece must be affianced before she is twenty-one, and 
married to her fiance within a year, if she is to get her spinster 
relative's million. Father has nice notions of honor and fails to tell 
daughter about the will, so that she maj' make her choice untram- 
meled by any other consideration than that of true love. The action 
all takes place in the evening the midnight of which will see her 
reach twenty-one. Time is therefore short, and it is hurry, hurry, 
hurry, if she is to become engaged and thus save her father from 
impending bankruptcy. « 

The situations are intrinsically funny and the dialogue is sprightly. 
The characters are natural and unaffected and the action moves with 
a snap such as should be expected from its title. Price, 30 Cents. 

The Varsity Coach 

A three-act play of college life, by Marion Short, specialty adapted 
to performance by amateurs or high school students. 5 males 6 
females, but any number of boys and girls may be introduced in the 
action of the play. Two settings necessary, a college boy's room and 
the university campus. Time, about 2 hours. 

Like many another college boy, "Bob" Selby, an all-round popular 
college man, becomes possessed of the idea that athletic prowess is 
more to be desired than scholarship. He is surprised in the midst of 
a "spread" in his room in Regatta week by a visit from his aunt 
who is putting him through college. Aunt Serena, "a lady of the old 
school and the dearest little woman in the whole world," has hastened 
to make this visit to her adored nephew under the mistaken impression 
that he is about to receive the Fellowes prize for scholarship. Her 
grief and chagrin when she learns that instead of the prize Robert 
has received "a pink card," which is equivalent to suspension for poor 
scholarship, gives a touch of pathos to an otherwise jolly comedy of 
college life. How the repentant Robert more than redeems himself, 
carries off honors at the last, and in the end wins Ruth, the faithful 
little sweetheart of the "Prom" and the classroom, makes a story of 
dramatic interest and brings out very clearly certain phases of modern 
college life. There are several opportunities for the introduction of 
college songs and "stunts." Price, 30 Cents. 

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THE REJUVENATION OF AUNT MARY. 

The famous comedy in three acts, by Anne Warner. 7 males, 6 
females. Three interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 2J4 hours. 

This is a genuinely funny comedy with splendid parts for "Aunt 
Mary," "Jack," her lively nephew; "Lucinda," a New England an- 
cient maid of all work; "Jack's" three chums; the Girl "Jack" loves; 
"Joshua," Aunt Mary's hired man, etc. 

"Aunt Mary" was played by May Robson in New York' and on tour 
for over two years, and it is sure to be a big success wherever pro- 
duced. We strongly recommend it. Price, 60 Cents. 



MRS. BUMSTEAD-LEIGH. 

A pleasinfe comedy, in three acts, by Harry James Smith, author of 
"The Tailor-Made Man." 6 males, 6 females. One interior scene. 
Costtimes modern. Plays 2]/^ hours. 

Mr. Smith chose for his initial comedy the complications arising 
from the endeavors of a socir.l climber to land he self in the altitude 
peopled by hyphenated names — a t.icine permitting innumerable com- 
plications, according to the spirit of the writer. 

This most successful comedy was toured for several seasons by Mrs. 
Fiske with enormous success. Price, 60 Cents. 



MRS. TEMPLE'S TELEGRAM. 

A most successful farce in three acts, by Frank Wyatt and Wil- 
liam Morris. 5 males, 4 females. One interior scene stands through- 
out the three acts. Costumes modern. Plays 2y2 hours. 

"Mrs. Temple's Telegram" is a sprightly farce in which there is 
an abundance of fun without any taint of impropriety or any ele- 
ment of offence. As noticed by Sir Walter Scott, "Oh, what a 
tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive." 

There is not a dull moment in the entire farce, and from the time 
fhe curtain rises until it makes the tinal drop the fun is fast and 
furious. A very exceptional farce. Price, 60 Cents. 



THE NEW CO-ED. 

A comedy in four acts, by Marie Doran, author of "Tempest and 
Sunshine," etc. Characters, 4 males, 7 females, though any number 
of boys and girls can be introduced in the action of the play. One 
interior and one exterior scene, but can be easily played in one inte- 
rior scene. Costumes modern. Time, about 2 hour^. 

The theme of this play is the coming of a lew student to the col- 
lege, her reception by the scholars, her trials and final triumph. 

There are three especially good girls' parts, Letty, Madge and 
Estelle, but the others have plenty to do. "Punch" Doolittle and 
George Washington Watts, a gentleman of color, are two •particularly 
good comedy characters. We can strongly recommend "The New 
Co-Ed" to high schools and amateurs. Price, 30 Cents. 

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DOROTHY' .„„„„„„„„,„„ 

A brand new comedy in four wlD "(96 376 8 jA '® 

New Co-Ed," "Tempest and Sunshine," ana iirauj^ ,..„_ ^ il 

plays. 4 males, 7 females. The «cenes are extremely easy to 
arrange; two plain interiors and one exterior, a garden, or, if neces- 
sary, the two interiors will answer. Costumes modern. Plays 25/2 
hours. 

The story Is about vocatinnal training, a subject now widely dis- 
cussed; also, the diftributicn of* large wealth. 

Back of the comedy situation and snappy dialogue there is good 
logic and a sound moral in this pretty play, which is worthy the 
attention of the experienced amateur. It is a clean, wholesome play, 
particularly suited to high school production, Price, 30 Cents. 



MISS SOMEBODY ELSE. 

A modern play in four acts by Marion Short, author of , "The 
Touchdown," etc. 6 males, 10 females. Two interior scenes. Cos- 
tumes modern. Plays 2% hours. 

This delightful comedy has gripping dramatic moments, unusual 
character types, a striking and original plot and is essentially modern 
in theme and treatment. The stcry concerns the advetures of Con- 
stance Darcy, a muIti-milHcnaire's young daughter. Constance em- 
barks OIL a t.!n to find a young man who had been in her father's 
employ and Lad stolen a large sum of money. She almost- succeeds, 
when suddenly all . traces of the j-cung man are lost. At this point 
she meets seme old friends who ere living in almost want and, in 
order to assist them through motives benevolent, she determines to 
sink her own aristocratic personality in that of a refined but humble 
little Irish waitress with the family that are in want. She not only 
carries her scheme to success in assisting the family, but finds 
romance and much tense and lively adventure during the period of 
her incognito, aside from capturing the young man who had defrauded 
her father. The story is full of bright comedy lines and dramatic 
situations and is highly recommended for amateur production. This 
is one of the best comedies we have ever offered with a large num- 
ber of female characters. The dialogue is bright and the play is full 
of action from start to finish; not a dull moment in it. This is a 
great comedy for high schools and colleges, and the wholesome story 
will please the parents and teachers. We strongly recommend it. 

Price, 30 Cents. 



PURPLE AND FINE LINEN. 

An exceptionally pretty comedy of Puritan New England, in three 
acts, by Amita B. Fairgrieve and Helena Miller. 9 male, 5 female 
characters. 

This is the Lend A "Hand Smith College ^rize play. It is an ad- 
mirable play for amateurs, is rich in character portrayal of varied 
types and is not too difficult while thoroughly pleasing. 

Price, 30 Cents. 

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